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there, but for the grace of God.... It's just not right.
Thanks for posting this one, Taps.
posted by
Pat_B
on September 15, 2016 at 1:14 PM
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I suppose one sinks so low and can never regain normality, I can honestly say that we rarely see a poor person around these parts. I suppose it is warmer in the City and large towns. I just wonder where all the immigrants go. You write it convincingly. 
posted by
C_C_T
on September 15, 2016 at 9:59 AM
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A great job with prose there. You do a great job of capturing the element of survival.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on September 15, 2016 at 5:42 AM
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TAPS
Very excellent! I see them gathered here; they like it here, in this area, these towns, near this coast. The weather perhaps... Well, they don't like it, I suppose it is just less horrible. I see them, and I hurt. I hurt because there are so many, and the help they need is usually psychiatric, and medical and physical needs to be addressed that a night in the clicker won't fix! I hurt because the State has closed so many institutions and cut services for these souls, and they are left to wander as Dante's souls, and I don't understand why.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on September 15, 2016 at 12:44 AM
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Life sometimes is just too hard. Excellent post.
posted by
Justi
on September 14, 2016 at 9:26 PM
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Powerful!
posted by
Ciel
on September 14, 2016 at 6:32 PM
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TAPS
I loved the hat and the story. I hate to admit it but a short part of my drinking life would find me sleeping outside in winter on a heating grate from the Bell Telephone building on Beaver Hall Hill in Montreal.
posted by
WileyJohn
on September 14, 2016 at 3:10 PM
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